Side Story 2. The Realm of Desire

Song-ah, who was busy studying for exams and racking her brains at the library, barely managed to eat a few spoonfuls of lunch.

While munching on a piece of chocolate and flipping through her textbook, she received a call. She paused for a moment at the unexpected name. She didn’t want to keep pressing for the submission of the group project data, but the deadline was approaching, and she was anxious, so she had been checking her phone several times today. She thought it was a call from the group member who had been raising her blood pressure, but it was unexpectedly Geon-ju.

She came out of the reading room. A familiar face waved at her when he spotted her. He was wearing sunglasses, but his aura overwhelmed everyone around him. Of course, this was a mixed expression of good and bad. No matter how she looked at it, it seemed impossible for her to attend school quietly. The man, wearing a black shirt, black shoes, and black sunglasses, exuded a more flamboyant atmosphere than anyone else, even though he was all in black and white, and was by far the most conspicuous presence on campus.

“Hello, pretty.”

What brought him here? He was someone who had no reason to come here. It wasn’t like she was with Kim Jong-seop. If they had something to talk about alone, it would probably be something related to Jong-seop, but if that were the case, he would most likely discuss it with Jong-seop and resolve it. There was almost no possibility of him coming to see her. So, there was no reason for him to come looking for her.

“What brings you here?”

“Oh, it’s nothing much. Kim Jong-seop said he has something to give you and told me to bring you.”

“We’re going to see each other tonight anyway, why now...”

“That’s what I’m saying. He couldn’t wait and called you. Isn’t dating tiring? Lately, Choi Si-baek has also been acting strange, why are they all so eager to date? Lonely dick without a home.”

It was still early to go home, so she was planning to stay at the library for another two hours.

She knew she didn’t have a choice, but she was also suspicious.

Humans naturally predict the future based on their accumulated experience, once they have learned something. Although she didn’t foresee any particularly good situations, she couldn’t think of anything particularly bad either.

Unless Kim Jong-seop had been stabbed with a knife.

“Are you planning some kind of conspiracy like last time?”

“I’m hurt, really. I don’t really like running back and forth between you two, you know? Let’s go quickly, I’m a busy person too.”

He blatantly checked his watch, showing that he was wasting time because she was dawdling, his sharp features twitching noticeably. Still, she had Kim Jong-seop backing her, so she had a reliable support. No matter what, he wouldn’t harm the person who was carrying the child of his colleague who had shared life and death with him, or so she thought with naive courage.

“I’ll pack my things and come out.”

He gave her a dismissive wave, telling her to hurry up.

Song-ah sat in the back seat of his car, still looking at the back of the man’s head with distrust.

Give her what? What else could he give her? She had already received several rings, and he wasn’t the type of person to suddenly call her to give her jewelry or valuables. The same went for designer clothes and bags. She couldn’t ignore the growing questions as she got closer to home.

When she opened the front door, for some reason, Cha Geon-ju followed her inside.

Song-ah found Jong-seop sitting on the living room sofa. But his condition...

“Ah, hoo, damn it, huh.”

Like a huge beast rising up, his hardened meat, which had risen from the center of his crotch, was firing off cum with a hissing sound. The spray hole, which was encrusted with white fluid, was a deep red color, indicating how much he had already ejaculated. Even though he had finished ejaculating, his piss hole, which repeatedly opened and closed like an automatic gate, was panting as if it had been beaten up.

No matter how she looked at it, it didn’t seem like his dick would calm down with manual masturbation.

What kind of dick was that? Even if she sucked it with her pussy and chewed on it, it boasted infinite stamina and robust endurance, so there was no way it would die from shaking like that.

How on earth did Kim Jong-seop’s lower body get into that state?

Jong-seop, who was grabbing his dick with both hands and shaking it like crazy because he couldn’t get rid of the sensation, cursed, “Damn it!” Then, he groped on the table and snatched something small and peach-colored.

What was that? At first, she thought it was the peach she liked to eat. She knew roughly where things were placed, even though they had a housekeeper, but she didn’t remember putting anything like that on the living room table.

He put his dick into the soft, silicone-like object and shook it indiscriminately, as if his raw dick was about to burst. It was a haphazard movement that didn’t consider any rhythm.

No matter how she looked at it, he didn’t seem to be in his right mind. He was a man who was never in his right mind in the first place, but the man who had lost his reason and all composure was clearly different from usual.

“Hoo, huh, krr, uh, damn it! Hoo, huh!”

The pubic hair covering his large cock like a hat was also covered in white grains. That’s when she realized. That small, peach-colored object. A male masturbator.

“I brought you some onaholes as a temporary measure, but I wonder if he’ll ever finish like this.”

“What... happened?”

Song-ah stood rooted to the spot, speechless with shock and horror. Jong-seop’s eyebrows furrowed even more deeply when he saw her.

“Cha Geon-ju, you damn bastard, you son of a bitch, you Choi Si-baek-asshole-like bastard. What do you mean by bringing Yoon Song-ah here, huh, ah, damn it!!”

“What is going on...”

“The collection agent got caught slacking off, so I went out to deal with him, and I ended up drinking drugged alcohol. That’s why he’s like this. Ugh, look at that dick, you bastard. You managed to survive with that thing inside you. You’re grotesque.”

Even in the midst of this, his cum hole couldn’t resist and fired a barrage of cum onto the floor.

“That drug is so potent that even one sip can send you over the edge, it drives people crazy, but he’s still holding on. Maybe he has a tolerance.”

Jong-seop was masturbating, his face contorted with pleasure that rivaled pain.

“I feel a little bad calling a pregnant woman, but you need to do something. I can’t call a bar girl with you right here. And you’d be pissed if he fucked another woman, wouldn’t you?”

Cha Geon-ju, who was uncharacteristically talking about conscience, gave her a strange smile. He seemed to feel a little sorry, but he seemed more sorry for her future struggles.

Kim Jong-seop suddenly stood up from the sofa. The onahole silicone fell to the floor. At the same time, his dick, which had also risen, was ejaculating cum like a machine gun with unlimited ammo. He was busy firing off cum, as if trying to set a record for how far he could shoot. The throbbing dragon stretched back and forth, punched the air, and opened its mouth to spit out seminal milk.

The masturbator, filled with cum and bathed in whitish fluid, was a sight to behold.

“It’s disgusting, you crazy bastard. What the hell do you eat to make your dick look like that? Anyway, good luck.”

“Wait, hold on...!”

Cha Geon-ju had slipped away, leaving only Jong-seop, panting heavily, and Song-ah, trembling, in the house.

Jong-seop, who she thought would just fuck her right away, put a silicone ring on the base of his dick, even as he saw Song-ah trembling below him. It was a cock ring, also known as a “over-fucking prevention ring.”

“First, the head, huh, the rhythm. I won’t go hard, really. Damn it.”

He promised. Could she trust him? She couldn’t believe him, but there was nowhere to run.

Occasionally, strange things would come home with him, but neither Jong-seop nor she were fond of tools or devices. Rather, they were both uncomfortable with the intrusion of unfamiliar textures that weren’t flesh.

But this situation was different. It was already a burden to accept his sober dick when her body wasn’t well, there was no way she could handle this man’s cock when he was completely out of his mind. There was a high possibility that the baby in her womb would be harmed as well.

Even while putting on the cock ring, he ejaculated several more liters of cum. Her Y-zone was so thick with whitish milk that it was difficult to see, and his glans slipped several times trying to find her entrance. Then, he entered her tight interior.

“Uhh, ah!”

“Does your belly hurt? Huh, pretty. Don’t freak out, the baby will get scared. Damn it!”

He cursed as he ejaculated, holding back a climax.

Song-ah instinctively hugged her bulging lower abdomen. Even with a control device on the base, it was still Kim Jong-seop’s cock. His glans seemed to collide with her cervix, but then it settled into her womb without hesitation. A deep, anchoring insertion. The feeling of his dick, which was hotter than usual, made her head tingle. It felt like her wet hole was taking a hot bath, his dick swimming through the pool of vaginal fluid. It felt like she was going to get a burn.

“Aah! Ah! Ah-ha!”

“Damn it, relax your pussy. Huh? The baby will get hurt.”

Her entire insides were churned by the movement of his dick, which was pounding in and out of her womb. The passage leading to her womb repeatedly opened and closed at an insane speed. Song-ah tightly hugged her small, unborn child, enduring the opening and closing movement that accompanied intense heat. Even the thick silicone was not enough to prevent his intrusion into her womb.

“Aah-aah! Huh, aah! Aah-aah!”

He poured out seminal oil, his dick hooked into her oil hole like a fire hook. Her cum-catcher hole was already full. But there was no sign of his seed running out, and Song-ah was stunned.

Her lower abdomen swelled with seminal lubricant, filling her womb, cervix, and entrance.

“Ah-heung! Ah, no. It’s dangerous, huh, aah!”

Jong-seop sucked on Song-ah’s milk holes, which were encrusted with sediment, and quenched his thirst with the milk that moistened his throat. He frantically grabbed her breasts, splitting them open like watermelons, and sucked out the juice. He squeezed and massaged her breasts, which were in full milk production for the baby, as if he were beating them, stealing her milk.

“Chew, chew, tzzup.”

“Ah, it hurts! Aah! You crazy, sae, ah! Get out of here. Aah!”

He knew. She had been suffering from nipple pain since her pregnancy, and her breasts were swollen every day. He couldn’t resist and left deep teeth marks on the raised areola. Because it hurt, she cursed along with it and kicked his lower body with her feet. He didn’t care. He had long since burned all the mental energy to care about such things and converted it into stamina.

He had already drunk, applied, and done all sorts of things with aphrodisiacs many times.

But this wasn’t just an aphrodisiac. A love potion couldn’t be potent enough to drive him this crazy. Yet, today, his desire was surging so much that it felt like his dick would burst, and it was even painful.

Even the slightest harm to Yoon Song-ah’s pussy caused the tightly constricting cervix to contract, and he ejaculated again.

“Heut, heu... Ah, euheu.”

Her pregnant belly was heaving and doing long jumps in all directions, and he couldn’t resist and removed the cock ring. This hole is the only fuse that ignites an irresistible desire in him.

Jong-seop thrust his raw dick into the entrance. He pushed back the pussy wall, which was guarding like a sentry to protect the baby.

“Aaaaah! Aaah! Ssi, bal, ah!”

“Yeah, me too, ssi, bal. Heut, gae ssi bal is right.”

He held onto her two thighs, which were falling backward, and thrust at an incredible speed. Pale milk was dripping from the pussy holes that had been forcibly opened. He inserted his meaty injection into the fresh flesh, and he thrust his hips wildly as if his life depended on this act.

Song-ah was hazy, overwhelmed by the extreme intensity of pleasure.

He repeatedly filled the vaginal canal, alternating between upward and downward movements. He repeatedly dipped his dragon head into the spurting wet hole and sucked out the milk as if drinking sacred nectar.

Perhaps it was a nipple orgasm from his skillful tongue movements, but Song-ah pushed his cheek away. Even while carelessly spilling milky fluid from her milk pouches, she spread her legs wide and opened her pussy.

Kim Jong-seop’s genes contained within her swollen belly. The mother of his child. Yet, her pussy flesh, the tight vaginal sphincter, was rushing in from all directions to eat his seed again. He couldn’t resist and engaged in outrageous fucking with inhuman stamina.

“Don’t look anywhere else. If you don’t keep your eyes in check...”

He plundered and extorted her affection. She couldn’t steal even a sliver of his gaze. Not a drop of sweat, not a drop of pussy juice could dare to be taken away. They were all his.

“Spread your pussy properly. Your womb will get hurt. Ssi, bal, hoo.”

He sprayed a porcelain-like fluid like medicine on the cervix he was thrusting into.

“Eung, eung, ah! Aah! Heu! I’m the idiot for coming all the way here, euhaang!”

Lovely gestures, eyes, cheeks. Even in his hazy vision, her appearance was clear, and Kim Jong-seop was inwardly overwhelmed. It was his. His. Kim Jong-seop’s pussy, Kim Jong-seop’s eyes, nose, and mouth, Kim Jong-seop’s. His lover.

Song-ah’s eyes turned red from the pressure and force exerted on her womb. Her eyes, which had become limp from the battle heat he was pouring out. He licked her eyes, marking her like a rutting dog. He brushed over her eyeballs and licked her cheeks with hot saliva. And then, her lips.

Now, the number of ejaculations was meaningless. He was only focused on moving forward, spraying and spraying.

“Eung, aah! Ah!”

Swaa, the heat doesn’t subside at all from the bursting clam juice, instead, his body is getting hotter.

He climbed up the stream of urine like a salmon crossing a waterfall. As the baby grows, the pressure on her bladder becomes stronger, and now it’s an automatic fountain.

Jong-seop splashed around, playing in the urine, and gave his dick a water massage in the mucus swamp. Just as he was whipping around the vaginal canal with his glans, both he and she simultaneously held their intercourse midway through the orgasm that was about to erupt.

“Heueueu, ah!”

Pleasure that stops the breath. Yoon Song-ah, whose breathing was even reversed, and Kim Jong-seop, who passed the finish line, spraying a fountain of clear concentrate.

Pleasure that settled down white and the remnants of orgasm covered in black.

But this was just the beginning of the orgasm that was about to take place in earnest.

Song-ah wanted to lose her mind at that tremendous and cruel premonition.